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THE CELTIC MAGAZINE.
From a secluded silent race
Break on tlie solitary place 1
That music sounds, these beacons burn
In honour of the Chief's return.
II.
Long had our people sat in gloom
Within their own Glen Dessaray,
O'er-shadowed l;)y the cloud of doom
That gathered on that doleful day,
When ruin from Culloden moor
The hills of Albyn darkened o'er,
Erom east to west, from shore to shore.
No loyal home in glen or strath
But felt the red-coats' vengeful Avrath ;
Yet most on these our glens it fell,
They that had loved the Prince so well ;
To Moidart when he friendless came,
Had hailed him first with welcome brave.
When bloodhound bayed, and beacon llame
For him was blazing, shelter gave.
in.
No home in all this glen but mourned
Some loved one laid in battle low ;
'Who from the headlong rout returned
Were kept for heavier woe.
From their own hills with helpless gaze
To watch their Hocks by spoilers driven,
Their roofs with ruthless tires ablaze,
Beddeniug the daik night lieaven.
Some on the mountains liunted down
With their blood stained the heather brown,
And many more were driven forth
Lorn exiles from their native earth ;
While he, the gentle and the brave,
Lochiel, who led them, doomed to bide
A life-long exile, found a grave
Far from his own Loch iVrkaig side.
And when at last war guns were hushed,
And back to wasted farms they fared,
With bitter memories, spirits crushed,
The remnant, sword and famine spared,
Saw the old order l)anished, saw
The ohl clan-ties asunder torn.
For their chief's care a factor's scorn,
And iron rule of Saxon law.
One rent to him, constrained to bring
' The German lairdie,' called a king :